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Coming back to tumblr after months and realizing my post got 100+ likes, Tysm guys ily <33 I wanna come back to writing but idk man, maybe I will but hey thanks you guys for liking my one and only piece. 😭💌

(Side edit) I’m using the website nowadays on my phone so sorry if I don’t see anyone messages idk how to access those from here 😨🚶

Drabble/Imagine Request! Pairing: KiriBaku x reader

Request from: katsukisimpsblog <3

Or if not could you do a kiribaku x fem reader where the reader has been super busy with test studies and had been cramming constantly, not giving her boyfriends any attention. Bakugo is ofc like "you've been home for four hours and not once. NOT ONCE HAVE YOU TRIED TO CUDDLE ME. I WANT MY FUCKING CUDDLES" Kirishima has to calm him down but eventually they convince the reader to take a break and they end up cuddling and bakugo falls asleep hugging her side and Kirishima and the reader talk abt him and how much he's changed since high school.

Warnings: None, just fluff and reader stressing.

A/Notes. (notes)

I’m pretty positive I’m sick and I feel like shi- crap :D but I love writing so here I am at 6:30 am writing and I want Kastu :( This was very fun to write and thank you to @atsukisimpsblog for this request! Also, I added in your line about Bakugo wanting cuddles! I hope that’s fine, I wanted to include your piece into the story :)

(y/n = Your name, n/n = nickname)

It was currently 10 p.m. and what were you doing instead of sleeping and relaxing with your needy boyfriends? You were studying. You hated studying unless it was absolutely necessary, you wouldn’t bat an eye towards those damn textbooks. But still, the world still spins and so does life go on. Meaning you had to study for the big upcoming exams. This wasn’t the first time this week that you were up late cramming in studies. You’ve been doing it for almost an entire week and to be frank you were completely exhausted but not burnt out yet. That's the last thing you needed, was to be burnt out by your studies, only to absolutely bomb your test.

Not noticing the sound of the bedroom door open you don’t flinch or look up, hyper-focused on finishing your studies for the night. After all, that’s the only thing you’ve been focused on since you got home. Totally forgetting about your blonde spiky-haired boyfriend and your Clifford the big red boyfriend. (I stand by what I said. Kirishima reminds me of Clifford.) So when you felt the floor vibrate a bit as if someone were stomping you were taken aback but paid no mind to it. Forcing yourself to not pry your eyes away from the textbooks as if it would fly away if you didn’t look at it. Then came a hand banging on the table, trying to grasp your attention. Now at this, you finally looked up at whoever was distracting you from your studies.

Seeing it was only your boyfriend, Bakugo, you looked back down to your textbook and that’s when he finally spoke up, “Oi Y/N, why are you still up studying? You told me that you’d come to bed about two hours ago!” He crossed his arms like an overprotective mother and glared at you. You look up again and sigh, “I know, I know. I’m sorry Suki. It’s just that this test is a day away and I have to pass it. So I wanna make sure I’m absolutely prepared for it.” He gave you a grunt of disapproval. But then after he sighed and uncrossed his arms, trying to speak a bit quieter, seeing your distress state, “C’mon let us just go to bed. I’m sure you’re just stressed and I bet you won’t get the worst score in your class. You’ve studied enough so how about we just go-“ Bakugo paused, well, more like rudely interrupted by you. “Suki, just go back to bed. I’m almost done here it’ll just take another 30-40 minutes. I appreciate your concern but I’m fine. Really.” Bakugo was sure as heck trying his best to be patient with you and your stubbornness but his small patience was beginning to snap. All he wanted was some sleep and cuddles with both of his s/o. But here you were, needing to be stubborn as hell and not let the poor boy rest. He was concerned and knew you were stressed and so was he from work. So what better than to destress with some cuddles.

Of course with that being said, he was just about ready to pick you up or drag your ass across that damn living room and to your guys’ bed. And where was Kirishima in all this? Watching. He was always amused by the two of you and most of the time just spectated the two adults bickering but stepped in when needed to. Kiri had to finish some paperwork for the agency so he was up as well. With a cup of two in his hand as he watched from the kitchen. Sitting at the stools near the island of your kitchen. He sighed as he got up from his own tasks and started making his way to both of his beloved.

Bakugo spoke again paying no mind to his surroundings for once. “Dammit Y/N! Just forget about those damn exams and studies! You've been home for four hours and not once. NOT ONCE HAVE YOU TRIED TO CUDDLE ME. I WANT MY FUCKING CUDDLES! I’VE BEEN PATIENT AND WAITING ALL NIGHT! I'M GONNA DRAG YOUR ASS TO THE BED IF YOU DON’T-“ Bakugo was then yanked back by Kiri. (Mans was about to drag this blonde ✋🙄) Kiri cleared his throat and smiled. “Hey! Alright everyone, what do you say we just calm down and shut it down for the night. We’ve both got enough work done for tonight. Let’s relax with a movie?” He lets go of Bakugo and pats his back. You rubbed your eyes, not realizing how tired you were before from staring at words all day. “Fine, I guess we could…” You stood up and stretched. Bakugo and Kiri both sat on the couch, leaving space for you in the middle. You closed your books and stacked them neatly away on the coffee table where you had been. Finally leaving your books alone you join your boyfriends on the couch.

You all picked a movie to enjoy and fall asleep to. You all were exhausted but at least you had each other. They were your support system and your sturdy rock. They kept you grounded and made sure you were always healthy and taking care of yourself. You were truly grateful for them both. Bakugo snuggled up to your side, quietly whispering an apology. “Hey n/n, ‘m sorry about the yelling.” You smiled softly at his and ran your fingers through his hair, “It’s alright, I know you get cranky when your up this late.” He scowled a bit when you associated the words cranky with him, you always would tell him he was like a cranky old man sometimes. But he decided to let it go just for tonight. You leaned into Kiri as you all watched the movie and when Katsuki eventually fell asleep with his head resting on your lap and your fingers playing with his untamed hair.

Whispering quietly to Kiri as to not wake him up you smiled while you spoke, “Hey Kiri.” He looked down at your face from the movie, “yeah? What’s up n/n?” He smiled and you cuddled your head into his side. “I’m just thinking about how much Suki has grown since UA. I mean sure, he’s still snappy as ever but, I’m proud of him for growing.” He chuckled a bit at your response. “Yeah, you’re right. He has grown a lot. In fact, whenever he sees Deku now he doesn’t immediately wanna blow his face off!” You both laughed quietly and smiled. You were all happy together. You all created a strong bond since UA and have all grown since. You were all proud of each other for the growth and strength you have. Overall you couldn’t ask for anyone better than your two boyfriends.

AHHHHHHHH I FINISHED IT! I’m so proud of myself 😔 Thank you again to @katsukisimpsblog! I take requests from anyone! And I’ll try to make these shorter next time since it’s currently now 7:52 a.m. but that’s probably because my brain was still trying to wake up, being sick and all. Also, I DID NOT PROOFREAD! As I said my brain is not fully woken up so I’m too lazy to proofread. But I’m so happy I got to write :) (THIS IS MY FIRST POST :O) Thank you for reading and remember to take care! And that I’m proud of you! Drink lots of water and stay hydrated! <3 -des.

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desxbkg · 1 year

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Not seungmin looking like he’s crying 😭💀

‘Case 143′ 6th win!!

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desxbkg · 1 year

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The forbidden magic that caused Sooomon to be immortal also causes him to go into heat around the time it happened every year or decade.

YYEEES!! I LOVE THIS!!🖤🤍🖤🤍

Due to a humans life cycle, the heats happen yearly, only lasting about a week or two. They are intense though and Solomon has made a point to keep track of it, demons and angels can tell he’s about to go into heat before he can.

He gets so desperate that any brattiness and wit he has is melted, he will quickly bend to anything you want, just please keep touching him!

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desxbkg · 1 year

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help

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desxbkg · 1 year

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if you show something to bakugou he doesn’t look at what you’re showing him he just looks at you

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desxbkg · 1 year

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Simply put it, Villain, whom has a crush on their Hero Nemesis, gets called "Good boy" and immediately folds

Here's some cake for your hard work :) 🎂🍰🎂🍰🎂🍰

“Look…I’d be more than thankful if you weren’t such an asshole all of the time. Then I might reconsider helping you,” the villain suggested. As if to underline that statement, each finger on his right hand tapped the table’s surface successively.

It looked so smooth.

“You’re adorable,” the hero answered, looking him up and down. He looked bored. But he also avoided eye contact. “And your threats are even more so. Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t asking you to help me. It’s an order, my love.”

“See? That’s what I mean. Your ego is so huge, it’s exhausting. I’m just doing my job and you burst in and command and want me to do what you want,” the villain said. Now, he looked annoyed. Still cute but also annoyed. No eye contact, though. Luckily, the hero knew exactly how to fix that.

“Up until now you’ve fulfilled every wish I had…” They smiled at their villain lovingly. He was handsome. Especially when he was flustered.

“You’re toying with me,” he said.

The hero’s brain stopped working for a second. They didn’t know if there was an answer for that. They sincerely didn’t want the villain to feel like this.

Hell, they didn’t mean it like this. Yes, of course, they asked the villain for a lot of favours but that was because they liked them. The hero had other connections. They could get their answers with one phone call but they chose the villain.

“Do you feel like that?” the hero asked, controlling every inch in their body to prevent their frustration from coming through. The sadness buried underneath it was too fragile to think about.

“Most certainly.”

The hero sighed. Loudly.

“…I’m sorry. I never mean it like that. I should’ve made it more clear…” They stood up from their chair opposite to the villain and sat down on the villain’s lap. Much too amused, they observed the blush on his cheeks. He still didn’t look at them and he obviously didn’t know what to do with his hands. He had no other choice but to touch their legs.

“You’re a good boy, you know?”

The question caught him off guard, the hero could tell. Because he finally looked at them, eyes large, pupils dilated.

“I— uhm…” he stammered, his fingers subconsciously digging into the hero’s thighs.

“Let’s make a deal. You’re a good boy and give me the info I need so desperately and then we’ll go on a date.”

The villain’s jaw dropped slightly. He stared at the hero as if they were crazy.

“Really? Date?”

“Date. I want you in a suit.”

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Simply put it, Villain, whom has a crush on their Hero Nemesis, gets called "Good boy" and immediately folds

Here's some cake for your hard work :) 🎂🍰🎂🍰🎂🍰

It looked so smooth.

“Up until now you’ve fulfilled every wish I had…” They smiled at their villain lovingly. He was handsome. Especially when he was flustered.

“You’re toying with me,” he said.

The hero’s brain stopped working for a second. They didn’t know if there was an answer for that. They sincerely didn’t want the villain to feel like this.

“Do you feel like that?” the hero asked, controlling every inch in their body to prevent their frustration from coming through. The sadness buried underneath it was too fragile to think about.

“Most certainly.”

The hero sighed. Loudly.

“You’re a good boy, you know?”

The question caught him off guard, the hero could tell. Because he finally looked at them, eyes large, pupils dilated.

“I— uhm…” he stammered, his fingers subconsciously digging into the hero’s thighs.

“Let’s make a deal. You’re a good boy and give me the info I need so desperately and then we’ll go on a date.”

The villain’s jaw dropped slightly. He stared at the hero as if they were crazy.

“Really? Date?”

“Date. I want you in a suit.”

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desxbkg · 1 year

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I’m dying this was adorable. 💌👩‍💻

one of the things you've come to learn about bakugou katsuki was his weakness towards praise. compliments.

particularly from you.

it all started when you first met the man—after you'd been hired at the ground zero agency to work down in its support lab. he didn't do the hiring, just cleared your papers, so you didn't actually see him throughout the entire process. not that you were complaining, of course. you'd heard stories of lord explosion murder king death god dynamite and well, they didn't quite paint him in a... positive light.

you met the other heroes running the agency over the first few weeks you were there, all of them assuring you that it was fine to address them by their actual names. they popped in and out of the support lab to drop off their suits that needed repairing after tough patrols or missions. you ranked them in your head based on how often their gear was damaged.

kaminari was at the top—he came down more often than not to drop off his busted shooters. you noticed he flirted with you quite a lot whenever he was around and liked to linger in the lab to avoid his paperwork responsibilities. sometimes you wondered if he damaged his stuff on purpose just as an excuse to come talk to you.

next was kirishima, though you gave him a pass since his quirk required him to physically put himself in the path of danger for anyone. he was a delight to talk to and never seemed to run out of conversation topics. he also sometimes snuck you some snacks on days you worked really long shifts.

tied for third place were sero and ashido. they'd made it a competition once you'd told them their ranking in your little mental system, but they were still neck-to-neck even after all this time. there was a point where they'd started sabotaging each other, but you shut that down real quick—you didn't want more work, thank you very much. still, ashido was great to talk to whenever you wanted the daily agency gossip, and sero was pretty fun when he wasn't pranking you.

and way, way at the bottom... was dynamite. you didn't see him around the lab too often—maybe because his suit didn't get roughed up much, which you guessed was likely seeing that he was the number two hero and all. he had to be good at his job, right? or maybe he went down for repairs whenever you were off duty or something. you didn't know and honestly, you didn't care all too much.

still, it was only inevitable that you would eventually meet dynamite.

kirishima had invited you to join him for lunch in one of the agency's breakrooms, as he tended to do once in a while when your schedules matched up. sometimes you were both joined by others, but today it was just you and kirishima in the empty breakroom at one of the two-person tables. it was nice being able to sit down and chat about this and that—he often told you stories about his patrols or missions he'd done in the past.

you got so wrapped up in the conversation that you almost didn't notice when dynamite entered the room. you raised an eyebrow when kirishima suddenly brightened up in the middle of a bite of his sandwich and waved an energetic hand at someone behind you.

"yo! bakugou!" he called out—loudly, even though there was no one else here. you almost choked on your drink. what did he just say? you twisted your upper body around, the straw of your drink pinched between your lips, just in time to see the man the myth the legend himself trudging over.

dynamite was dressed in a black shirt and matching black sweats—a contrast from his hero suit that you usually saw him in on the news or from a distance in the agency. the short sleeves of his shirt showed off the muscles and veins that bulged from his arms—the scars that littered them. he looked disgruntled, but then again, he always did, so you were sure that was just his default expression. you watched as he came to a stop near your table, a short "what" escaping his chapped lips.

"done with your patrol?" kirishima asked cheerfully, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to get rid of the crumbs there. dynamite nodded, his eyes flicking over to you briefly. you sipped at your drink slowly, just as something to do, but nearly choked again when kirishima looked between the two of you and said, "oh! have you guys met yet?"

you set your drink down on the table and looked up at dynamite with a raised eyebrow. you didn't think you'd ever seen him this up close. he kind of looked a bit different than what you were expecting. in a good way, though. "nope. you'd think i'd see my own 'boss' more, working in the same building as him, but i guess not," you joked. you stuck out a hand for him to shake. "'sup?" he stared at you for a moment, then at your outstretched palm. you almost thought he wasn't going to respond, but he eventually gripped onto your palm with his own to give it a short, firm shake.

but before he could pull away, you found yourself opening your mouth as you continued to stare up at him, words coming out of it before your brain could even process them. "you've got pretty eyes."

you both froze. kirishima's jaw dropped open.

"hah?" dynamite was the first to recover, his eyes widening as his hand clenched down on your own, worryingly tight. his top lip curled up, exposing some of the watermelon pink of his gums. you gave him a sheepish smile, wondering if the sweat you were feeling in your palm was your own or his. you weren't lying or anything—he really did have pretty eyes. a bright crimson, like smoldering coal, framed by thick eyelashes that models would absolutely kill for. you'd never noticed before—not in images or videos of him you'd seen online.

you opened your mouth to ramble off some excuse, but before you could, kirishima butted in with a wide, bright grin on his face. you knew that look—it meant trouble.

"hey, we've got the same color eyes, does that mean mine are pretty too?" he asked with a snicker, fluttering his eyes at you once you turned to give him an unimpressed look. you rolled your eyes and slipped your hand from dynamite's—surprisingly easily—so you could cross your arms over your chest.

"fishing for compliments now, huh?" you replied dryly. you glanced back up at dynamite, who was still frozen in place. he glared at a spot on your table, a flush creeping up his neck and tinging his ears. shit, was he mad or something? dynamite was infamous for his temper, wasn't he? you gave him an apologetic look when he briefly flicked his eyes at you. "shit, sorry man, it kinda slipped out." there was a moment of silence. you had the sudden urge to run.

"whatever," he eventually grumbled under his breath, promptly turning on his heel so he could stomp back out of the breakroom, not even grabbing a snack or anything. you watched him leave, confused at his sudden retreat, then looked over at kirishima who'd suddenly burst out in laughter.

"h— holy shit!" he choked out, one of his fists slamming onto the table hard enough to make it rattle. "holy shit i can't believe you told him that to his face! wait until denki hears—"

"it really did just slip out!" you interrupted defensively, a pout lingering on your lips. your voice lowered into a mumble. "not my fault his eyes are nice-looking..." kirishima only gave you a sly look and took another bite of his sandwich.

from then on, you started seeing more of dynamite. it was obvious kirishima had told the others what had happened, and it was even more obvious that they were determined to get you and dynamite to hang out together. though, you were unsure why it was such a big deal. it was just a compliment, right? surely dynamite was used to it by now... that was what you kept telling yourself (at least to make yourself feel better).

in any case, you didn't mind, not really. it was fun hanging out with everyone whenever they would invite you to one of their little group outings. which was where you were at the moment—a quaint little restaurant with all six of you crammed into a booth in the back.

you picked lazily at the noodles on your plate as you listened to kaminari ramble off about one of the more recent villain battles that had aired on the news. you remembered watching it on the t.v. down in the support lab. it had been a very impressive fight—impressive, but dangerous as it always was.

"—we'd wrapped everything up easy-peasy!" kaminari boasted as he leaned back in his seat with his arms behind his head. the epitome of confidence. "villain was taken to tartarus and i got the number of this sweet babe—"

"uh huh," you interrupted, still swirling noodles around with your chopsticks. "i bet she was so impressed—especially with how much you wrecked your shooters, right?"

you lifted your gaze to look at the blond as he spluttered out, a cheeky grin on your face. "well!! we won anyways—"

"yeah but guess who had to stay up all night to fix your shit for the next day," you interjected, giving him a faux disappointed look. sero snickered from next to you as ashido let out an "ooooh." you pointed a thumb at dynamite, who'd been sitting quietly across from you in the seat near the wall. "why can't you be more like dynamite here, huh? efficient. he hasn't fucked up his gear in a hot minute."

"oh come on!" kaminari whined out loudly. "you're holding me to too high of a standard here!"

"efficiency!!!" you cried out dramatically, reaching over sero to shake kaminari's shoulder. "responsibility!!!"

kaminari just reached back over sero to shake you as well, a mischievous smile on his face. you made a face at him that he copied, the two of you locked in a battle of endurance and high-wit. though, you both had to eventually stop roughhousing when sero got sick of being the man in the middle and karate-chopped the top of your heads.

you settled back in your seat with a silly smile splayed across your lips, your hand rubbing at your head. your gaze moved to look at dynamite—automatically, maybe, purposely seeking him out—and you noticed the way he'd turtled into his collar. you could see the way his ears were red, his neck flushed as he glared down at his plate.

he made eye contact with you briefly, then seemed to flush even more as he looked away with a small scoff. his jaw tensed. you felt heat in your cheeks as you focused on your food once more, missing the way ashido nudged kirishima meaningfully.

later that night, when dynamite dropped you back at your apartment, he told you to call him bakugou in a quiet voice.

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the more time you spent with bakugou, the more you learned about him. the man you saw at the agency was nothing like how the news painted him to be and you wondered why you'd let the media influence your perception of him in the first place.

he started coming down to the support lab more—a surprise, of course, but welcome all the same. every time, he came with the gruff order that he needed his gear tweaked. a dent here, a cracked cover there. you diligently obliged to his requests, tinkering away at your desk. he liked to linger, sometimes, not that you were bothered by him. he made good company. though, you did notice a suspicious lack of visits from... other heroes. you weren't dumb—you knew what they were pulling; you couldn't say that you minded.

sometimes you'd catch bakugou staring at you, your eyebrows raising in silent question each time.

and he would always say the same thing when you asked what was up: "nothin'. jus' making sure y'aren't fucking anything up." yeah he made good company, but he was also a little shit.

one day, you needed his help with fitting together some small pieces together for his bracer. you could do it, but it was taking you longer than usual with all the individual parts. plus, your fingers were kind of greasy and the metal kept slipping from them.

bakugou grumbled a bit about how it was your job, but he approached your desk and pulled over a stool to plop himself down on. you gave him instructions on what to do and slid over all the tools he would need. he immediately got to work—diligent, you thought to yourself—which gave you time to get up and wash your hands at a sink in the corner.

you grabbed a paper towel and wiped your hands as you wandered back over to your desk and peered over bakugou's shoulder to watch him quietly work. his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, ash-blond hair partially covering his ruby eyes.

"your hands are surprisingly nimble," you commented as he clicked on a latch and fit a tiny screw in its respective hole so he could start screwing it in. you reached over to grab the section of his bracer that he'd finished in the few minutes you took to scrub your hands. you let out a low whistle. "quick too! nice work!"

his shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly as you set back down the bracer and rounded the desk to grab some more parts. as you turned back to sit next to him, you noticed he was pointedly avoiding your gaze, the apples of his cheeks dusted in a red to match his eyes. a familiar scowl danced across his lips.

and it was then that you finally realized that flush wasn't him getting angry. he was embarrassed. at you and your offhanded compliments.

the discovery was surprisingly humanizing—he could get shy over things, who knew! your gaze softened and you took your seat next to him once more, doing your best to pretend you didn't notice the way his movements turned slightly robotic and his hands lingered over your own whenever you passed him something.

it took time, but you soon realized that it wasn't dynamite you were complimenting—it was bakugou. and that made a world's difference to him.

bakugou, who was so used to people giving him compliments and praise when he stood before them in his hero suit—an invincible hero, a god amongst men. who never got compliments when he was just... himself. and that affected him more than you would ever know.

as you got closer and closer to him, you found it was easier to praise him over the smallest of things—things that you just noticed. and every time, it always filled you with a sort of warmth when he would flush and turn away with a scoff. it was kind of funny, when you thought about it, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

you dared to test how far you could go one day when bakugou dropped by the lab with a large box in his hands.

"oh!" you perked up as you hopped down from a table and cleared the space so he could set the box down on it. "it came already?!"

"mmhm," he hummed once he stepped back and wiped the sweat off his brow, "jus' got here."

"hell yeah." you grabbed a box cutter from a drawer and cracked the box open so you could rummage around in it and pull out the wrapped items. you'd asked bakugou to order you new materials for you to experiment with on his gear: carbon fiber sheets, mesoporous silica, zetix, etc. they hadn't been cheap.

"you got everything!" you grinned as you pulled out more black sheets and set them off to the side. your lips twitched slightly as you hummed, then said, "good boy!"

you could practically sense the way he'd straightened up then stiffened. you dared to chance a quick look up at him—hovering just in front of you on the other side of the table. his face had turned a bright red, as though someone had lit it on fire. his hands had clenched into fists at his sides.

"you—" he forced out hoarsely in a way that made you finally raise your head to properly make eye contact with him. he glared at you, lips pulled back in a snarl that wasn't all too intimidating with how much he was blushing. "—you... fuck, do y'know what you fuckin' do to me?" he swallowed thickly and you had to force yourself to not trace the bob of his adam's apple.

you tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth to respond, but he cut across you sharply. "sayin' this shit on purpose— are you fuckin' trying to piss me off? hah?" he sneered at you and your heart sank, just a bit. "make me look like a fuckin' idiot?"

"bakugou." you dropped everything so you could round the table and step up closer to him. you reached out to hold onto one of his clenched fists. he looked down at you with a heated glare, and yet his lips trembled—minutely. if you hadn't been watching him so carefully, you never would've noticed. "i—"

"yer takin' me for a goddamn fool," he rasped out, eyes narrowing. the redness in his face had faded only slightly. "i hate people who say shit they don't mean."

your gaze softened at his words and you released his hand to reach up and hold his warm cheeks between your palms. there was a moment where he seemed to want to step back—to pull away—but he didn't. you took that as a good sign.

"bakugou," you whispered gently to him, "baby, i meant every word." your thumbs traced over his apple cheeks. "all those compliments? you deserved every single one. okay? they were genuine, i swear."

his eyes flicked over your face, searching for something. it seemed like he wanted to protest—to argue—but suddenly, like he'd been popped with a needle, he deflated. he leaned his head closer down to your own. relieved, maybe. accepting. defensive no longer for things he didn't think he deserved.

"shaddup," he mumbled, the hot puff of his breath fanning across your face. "you and yer sappy shit. gonna kill me one day."

you chuckled. "you like it, though. i'll sing you praises for forever if i must." you gave him a cheeky wink, your lips curling into a grin. "wherever and whenever you want, bakugou." he huffed out through his nose.

"katsuki," he told you gently, bopping your head with his own. "call me katsuki."

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You’ll never be able to get Katsuki Bakugo to admit this one again, not for as long as you damn live but… the guy loves Christmas.

Over the past few months you’ve dated the hero, getting to understand him and his peculiar way of dealing with certain situations and emotions has been the hardest yet the most beautiful time of your life.

But to be honest… you’re so fucking confused right now.

Here you sit in his car, colder than eskimo pussy might you add, cross legged with a fluffy blanket in the passenger seat as you eat takeout from both of your favourite fast food restaurant. With the engine off, of course. He’s a pro hero, obsessed with your safety! What kind of heathen do you think he is? Tch.

The radio is on, but quiet as pedestrians shopping for gifts pass by a few metres away from where you’re parked. With the same old Christmas songs playing, it’s not like you need to turn it up to sing along anyway. You don’t stop yourself when the upbeat melodies begin to rise from your chest. You check to see if Bakugo minds your humming, he doesn’t.

Something is so totally off about this, you think to yourself as you people-watch along with him. You window shop from afar and hold back an excited sigh, maybe he’d think you were pathetic if you voiced your love for the annual Christmas decorations put up around the city.

Shuffling in your seat, careful not to knock any food out of your lap, you shovel another french fry into your mouth.

Now, normally, your boyfriend is all for keeping things clean and tidy even when it comes down to the most unnoticeable shit. In fact, you’ve never eaten in the car with him, you always thought it was off the table completely.

Thoughts like what if I accidentally drop a fry down the side of my seat and he has to clean up after me and oh my god if I spill this sauce I’m dead race through your mind whilst you slyly turn and watch him for a moment.

He’s grumpy as all hell, for sure, but if you said this man isn’t beyond what the word enthralling entails? You’d be a stone cold liar. The early, winter moonlight casts shadows over the left side of his face, letting the right side bathe in the pearlescent glow as he surveys his view from behind the windscreen.

It’s only when you just catch the angle of his head change for him to look your way that you snap out of a loving daze and instead train your eyes upon the tasty fry he picks up from a box on the dashboard. You stop humming.

“Uh, Katsuki?” You ask hesitantly, rather perturbed by the slight hint of a genuine smile on his face.

“Mm?”

It’s like your entire world’s spinning comes to a forced halt when he places his own fry into your mouth, making your next words muffled as you chew.

“Why are you shmiling?”

“Shmiling.”

You playfully roll your eyes at his response. He’s HIM, who are you to assume he won’t poke fun at you any chance he gets? Even if it’s just repeating one silly word.

“Yes, shmiling.”

Your cheeky boyfriend chuckles half-assedly, his lips are probably numb due to the cold.

You almost lose yourself in the way his eyes show off a glint of excitement whilst he focuses into the distance, along with the reflection of brightly coloured string lights and neon signs from store displays and even different apartments.

He sees that there’s no more food left in his or your boxes so he collects them whilst speaking, preparing to get out and trash them.

“Dunno… Christmas, I guess. I was lookin' at all the flashy shit in the windows, and the snow… it reminds me of when I was a kid.” Bakugo’s eyebrows raise with sincerity.

You’re shocked, to say the least.

“Really?”

He doesn’t stop there either, resting an arm across the back of your headrest once he’s collected all the leftover packaging and placed it aside for a moment. You smile at his hand brushing away the crumbs from your blanket like it’s second nature.

“N' don’t get me started on snowball fights. I could beat any extra’s ass with only, like, two of 'em.” He reveals to you with so much expression in his words, a few hand gestures too. You’ve never seen him so… comfortable?

You listen intently to him, like every single thing he’s saying is a secret for you only. Well, that’s how he sees it right now anyway, Kirishima wouldn’t be caught on the brink of death holding classified information like this.

Bakugo seems to lose himself to your open ears and heart, finding comfort in your reactions to his storytelling and confessions. Bringing up how “the Christmas tree at home makes him nostalgic” and (bashfully) that “he’s kept the gifts he received from his classmates in UA” then finally—

“You. And you…”

You, enchanted by his gorgeous face and amused greatly by the thought of your beloved Katsuki tear-assing about in the snow as a kid, hardly register his words until a few seconds pass.

“Me?” You must look stupid, asking so many questions, blunt ones at that.

Your hero’s cheeks puff out a breathy snigger, he’s clearly unable to hold back his laughter with this dumb ass look on your face.

Leaning in closer to your reddened ear (you’re definitely just cold, not embarrassed at all), he whispers gruff and adoringly: “Mhm, all this festive, wintery Christmas shit was fun before you came along,”

You scoff playfully at his choice of words and Bakugo presses the sweetest, most loving kiss upon your cold cheek, simultaneously covering the back of your smaller hand with his own warmer one, rubbing his thumb up and down.

Is the heater on all of a sudden?

“But now that I got you here with me, it’s my favourite holiday.”

IS IT JUST YOU OR IS IT HOT IN HERE?

“Even if your quirk doesn’t get along with the cold?”

“Even if my quirk doesn’t get along with the cold.”

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desxbkg · 1 year

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Bakugou when he fucks you, soft whimpers are escaping his lips, your name is falling off his tongue like hymns. He lets out soft grunts as the tip of his cock hits your cervix. He’s whining for you to cum as he’s trying to hold back, he wants you to cum first, wants to feel you squeeze his cock, wants you to take all his cum.

I wrote this while sitting on the floor of my break room (:

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desxbkg · 1 year

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👩‍💻👩‍💻 this was too good 💌

Barbarian! Bakugou who loves to torture you, the eldest child of one of his parent’s advisors.

As a kid, he loved to pop up behind you, out of bushes, around corners, just to hear you shriek and then he’d run off laughing. Tug on your hair until you’d bat at him.

As a teen, he was no better, galloping his horse entirely too close to you as he passed, jamming a chair in front of your door so you were late to the lessons you shared with him.

And as an adult? God, he was insufferable. His pranks weren’t so physical anymore, not aiming to make you shriek. He just liked bothering you, loved getting a rise out of you as you tried to study, his heavy boots sprawled across your desk as he sat in your chair. He loved your sharp tongue, grinning widely when you’d mutter our complaints over being his advisor one day.

You never understood why the women around the palace and kingdom fawned over him. Sure, he was handsome, with his golden skin and blonde locks and eyes the color of your favorite wildflowers… but he was an ass, and you both knew it.

But despite all his torturing and pestering, you never fought back, a fact that had him amping up his antics, getting bolder.

It’s how you end up in your current situation, pinned up against a shelf in the library, Bakugou’s hulking figure closing you in as he smirks down at you. He’s entirely too close, and you hold a book clutched to your chest to try and create a sort of barrier between you and his roaming gaze.

He looks entirely too comfortable like this, licking his lip before he speaks, his voice low and teasing. “Yknow my parents keep telling me that eventually I’ll have to settle down and start producing heirs. As my future advisor, I think it’s only fair you help me practice, for the good of the kingdom.”

Your eyes widen and cheeks heat at what he’s suggesting, and panic trips in your chest as he begins to lean in closer. You react without thinking, lifting the heavy book in your hands and swinging.

You didn’t really mean to hit him, only hoping that he’d dodge the swipe, but there’s a harsh smack as the leather makes contact with his cheek and his face is shoved sideways.

You gasp, the book dropping from your grasp with a clatter as your hands cover your mouth in horror, already babbling out apologies as he straightens, rubbing his cheek.

You can’t see his face from this angle, but you can see all your hard work and parent’s legacy crumble before your very eyes, sure that you’ve doomed your entire family with one accidental strike.

Tears begin to bubble at your lashline, blurring your vision as he turns to face you. You’re quick to cover your face, horrified to let him see you like this. You jump when a hand circles around your wrist and tugs it down, calloused from years of wielding a sword.

A moment later, he’s pressing the book back into your hand, quiet as you stare up at him in surprise, lip wobbling. He’s still silent as he cups your cheek, swiping away a tear that’s rolling down your skin, and you’re surprised to see that his ruby eyes are gentle, a sharp contrast to the usual glint he usually dons when looking at you.

“Shouldn’t tease you so much, ‘m sorry,” he murmurs, and your mouth falls open in surprise at his apology, especially since you can already see his cheek purpling where you hit him.

Before you can speak, he’s gone again, and you’re left staring after him, wondering what the hell just happened.

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